Pari had started to feel sedentary, which was almost worse than when she'd been left to her own devices... almost. As it was now she felt she was failing to do her job, which was to do anything she'd been told to do. She had the feeling she was supposed to be doing something, other than wasting away. Was she expected to take initiative?

That idea made her shiver, the woman had such little self worth she doubted she'd be able to come up with an idea and even if she did she'd probably just mess something up... still she hated feeling like she wasn't pulling her weight. In truth some of that feeling was fear, she knew what punishments could mean and as dependent as she was on the orders of other the pain of being disciplined wasn't something she was particularly fond of, even if she knew it was a necessary evil.

So the woman took a tentative step out of the lambs den. Keeping her head low and ears pulled back, tail tucked to show her subservience, she did something that she normally could not be seen doing. She was watching, looking at those that passed around her, though she still would not meet their gaze she watched as they moved, small anxious noises pulling from her lips as she silently hoped one of them would tell her what to do.

Fight training was more than enough fun for Legion to continue thinking about throughout the day, though his attention was still unquestionably fixated on the Lambs. He was never far from the den, having already decided some time ago that his calling within his father's pack would have to be the rank of Zepar out of the three that he was able to choose from. It was taking him longer than expected to find a recruit, but he did go out and look... sometimes. Admittedly, he spent most of his time in the pack's territory so it was hard to get out and meet possible recruits. For now, he didn't seem worried about it.

Boldly, the bastard often posted himself outside of the den.. resting in the same courtyard that connected to the citadel. He was thinking to himself on what his father would say if he found a girl and led her home to be his own personal Lamb.. if his father would stop him, or if he would take control of her himself. He wasn't sure, though he suspected he would be allowed to have his own Lamb. After all, there was a female here already that Elias seemed to neglect. She had a few scars, but Legion could tell that she was beautiful even with them. It didn't make sense to him.. why someone would take her in and then neglect her.

As if his thoughts summoned her, she stepped out of the courtyard and Legion lifted himself up to face her. His ears were tall, tail flagged and dominant as he showed off his rank- which was still low, but higher than her own. His eyes were brilliant and alive, attentive and fixated on her as she moved out of the den. He hardly saw her or the smaller one, though the last time he had a chance to interact with her.. his father had stolen his attention away from her. Luckily, Apollyon was busy hosting Impar Vita for the time being.. leaving Legion free to talk to her privately now.. so long as no one else interrupted!

"Hey," he said calmly, though quite loud so that he could be sure she was now aware of him if she hadn't been already.

"Where do you think you're going?" There was a smirk on his lips as he watched her, lowering his haunches to seat himself and show that he had no real intentions of preventing her from.. wherever it was she thought she was going.